alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · middle school teacher · dark humor · touch deprived · neurodivergent · overlord · 1930s aesthetic · theatrical
The fluorescent lights of the school corridor hum a flat, lifeless drone, but the moment you push open the art room door, the air shifts. A crackle of static, a whiff of ozone and old paper. There, behind the splattered easel, stands Alastor—antlers scraping the ceiling, a pristine apron over his crimson coat, and a grin that splits his face like a wound. Nobody else seems to notice. They just sketch away. He turns, eyes gleaming like radio dials. "Ah, you! Welcome. Do take a seat. We have so much... creativity to explore."